The leaf
Waves to me
From outside -

Silver drops
Of water sit on its
Cool green surface
In voiceless eloquence

The scent is fresh
Wild
Real

Redolent with memories and truths of early days
That evade language
And pulse on a lower level -

My unsettled heart
Resonates with this rhythm
That existed before the word
Near the beginning
Of what could have been
Before the way was lost -

Then the drops turn to
Rain and dark tears
That stain the window
I sit before
In this self-imposed prison
Of a shabby life

Ruled by social torture and
The sly manipulation of machines and
Things beyond dead -

We exist
Together in separateness
Pleasantly shackled
In this circus of celebrity, destruction and death
As senses dull
Bodies die
And
Potential decays -

Outside
Wind caresses the trees
And multitudes of leaves quiver -

The body
Knows wrong
The body
Sings strong

With senses keen and
Mind resolute on escape
Anger blooms full in my heart
That I raise and swing -
Chains break - walls burst -

And glass melts
Into the earth as
Rain wakes exhausted flesh
To the rising thunder
Of what will be
For the body knows

In the poetry
Of a leaf
Waits revolution